18's, and banging Screw I don't give a damn, if y'all hate me When it come to rap, y'all can't fade me A lot of y'all niggas, know who we be I'ma
them fools Tell them feds I'm back Ghetto breed pit bull I ain't scarred to scratch I'm out the gate Po eight Cause I don't give a damn HPD be lookin
me I keep a loaded heater that's a auto and a semi I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff
'Cause I know you want it raw but I can't give it to ya naked So chill for a second while I wreck it on the Audi 'Cause I kick that kinda shit that leaves
t leave 'Cause I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, they can't breathe I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed And I don't tell my hoes bye
when I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go [Z-Ro] I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't spend do' I got five percent tint, on
, i don't give a damn I'm an asshole by nature, nigga this is who I am [Hook - 2x] I know they told y'all, deep down South we don't play Don't get too
close On the van and Magnum and the Lac I remeber where I came from and I ain't goin back I ain't talkin about the hood I'm talkin about when it wasn't
fuck you hoes, I don't give a damn, I'll knock yo bitch ass out! And that's the type of nigga I am. N-I-G-G-A, I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day
I'm a act one two... I'm a act just like a niga do(uh niga do)... I'm a act one two... I'm a act just like a niga do Nigaaa... iiiiiiiim gon let tha top
Verse 3: Z-Ro] Damn right I'm a hustler baby I don't move unless it's gon' pay me I know you wanna see me but I don't know maybe baby 'Cause I'm tryin
Z-RO:] I don't need know help my nigga I can do bad on my own And I don't need no company lil momma Even tho I know you give graded on I rather play my
already rude! And too many people make me parnoid, so I'll wet ah bitch and I'll wet ah dude! Straight like that I don't give ah damn I'm Gangstafied
a woman I'm a concentrat on my stacks I don't wanna die lonely But them broads I deal with got me still singin I hate you bitch I don't wanna die lonely But I
rich Trying to get my fucking bread baby Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a fuck Riding on drapped up
t tell no mo' Cause seem like everywhere I go, somebody got a problem with Ro It might be somebody from the past, or somebody I don't know Bottom line I ain't
shoot-shoot all days up But I don't give a fuck, cause ain't nobody gonna touch me I bet you, I be standing in the end I gotta remain living, and counting
square I don't do fair, I'm a Clover Gee I thank you for your jewels, they look better on me You over there with a naked neck, I got three on me My baretta